Quotes About Empathy

Kristin Neff wisely observes, "When we're in touch with our common humanity, we remember that feelings of inadequacy and disappointment are shared by all. This is what distinguishes self-compassion from self-pity. Whereas self-pity says 'poor me,' self-compassion remembers that everyone suffers, and it offers comfort because everyone is human. The pain I feel in difficult times is the same pain that you feel in difficult times."4

Qhuinn: What is wrong with you, that you care so much about me? Blay: What is wrong with you, that you can't see why I would?

For fuck's sake, get off the cross. Someone else needs the wood.

I came to you, Jane. Every night this week, I came to you. I didn't want you to be alone. And I didn't want to sleep without you. -Vishous

I love you forever didn't always need to be spoken to be understood.

You are in a prison with no bars. I worry about you.

It was the wife, John thought. And she was giving this tough guy a tongue-lashing. And the man was taking it. Okay. I love you. Bye. Tohrment flipped the phone closed and put it in his pocket. When he focused on John again, he clearly respected his wife enough not to roll his eyes and make some macho, shithead comment about pesky women.

She wanted to say something smart and kind, put together some combination of words to reach him where he'd reached her with his. But the thing was, there was more courage in these revelations of his than she had ever shown anyone, and in a world that was full of taking and cruelty, he was fucking breaking her heart with what he was giving her.

Quick question. Does this magical skill with gray matter come with a total lack of compunction for your kind, or is it just you who were born without a conscience? V: I beg your pardon?

As his ears rang and his heart broke for her, he stayed strong against the gale force she let loose. After all, there was a reason why here and hear were seperated by so little and sounded one like the other. Bearing witness to her, he heard her and was there for her because that was all you could do during a fall apart. But God, it pained him to see how she suffered.

See, this was the thing with Qhuinn. He could be out there and he could let his edge get away from him, but he always came back and made you feel like you were the single most important person in the world to him and that he was truly sorry for hurting your feelings.

I'm sorry, Butch croaked. Oh God, I'm so sorry... V put his arm out and curled it around the cop. Pulling the male close to his chest, he laid his head down on his buddy's. It's okay, He said roughly. It's all right. It's okay...You did the right thing...

I'll cab it home. Naw. I'll hang until you're through. Then I'll drag you back to your apartment. Watch you throw up for an hour. Push you into bed. Before I leave I'll get the coffee machine set up. Aspirin will be right next to the sugar bowl. I don't have a sugar bowl. So it'll be next to the bag. Butch smiled. You'd have made a great wife, Jose. That's what mine tells me.

Do not kill him. That shit would totally bum Jane out.

Butch was quiet for a time. Then he said, I think that's why I like Jane. huh? When you look at her? You actually see her, and when's the last time that's happened for you? V geared himself up, then stared hard into Butch's eyes. I saw you. even though it was wrong. I saw you. Shit, he sounded sad. Sad and...lonely. Which made him want to change the subject.

She'd ended up passing out, and sometime later, John must have gotten up to use the loo and left the light on. Probably to make sure she didn't feel lost if she woke up. Because that's the kind of male he was.

It was a universal truth among males that anytime you saw a guy get it in the nuts, you experienced a shot of phantom pain in your own croquet set.

The hardest thing is being with other people - it's like they're on a different wavelenght, but only you know it. They talk about their lives and what's wrong with them, and you kind of, like, just let them go. It's a whole different language, and you've got to remember that you can only respond in their mother tongue. It's really hard to relate.

When were you going to tell me? He demanded. Tell you what? That you can be a real asshole? How about right now.

I always root for the monster.

I'm talking to you more than I speak with my mahmen." "I thought your mother was dead." "She is." "You have a very low standard for communication.

It was a universal truth among males that anytime you saw a guy get it in the nuts, you experienced a shot of phantom pain in your own croquet set. As Lassiter crouched beside the Brother's pretzel of a body, he was feeling a little nauseous himself, and he took a moment to cup what hung between his legs—just to reassure the boys downstairs that however much of an iconoclast he was, some things were sacred.

That's so sweet." He sighed again. "Jeez, I feel sorry for Bits, though." Mary lifted her head again. "Why?" "BECAUSE SHE IS NEVER DATING—" "Rhage, seriously. You gotta give that a rest. . . .

I judge you not by the sex of whom you love... but by how you love them. -Layla, page 306